Death and the Miser
Flash Fiction | Current | June 2009
Emerald B.
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They say you can't buy your way into heaven. The person who made that saying up must've been poor--and religious. I've never been either.
Now, don't get me wrong, I make my own living and I don't mooch off of others, so to speak.
I don't count my blessings in gold though--not that I've ever counted my blessings.
What I do know is that death comes to everyone, rich or poor--and I should know.
